Vignettes

Vignette: “My Future”
By Brittny Wanko

The water was silver under the June full moon. Trees stood as dark shadows across the lake. Our fire filled the air with the smell of burnt wood and roasted hot dogs. This summer night was cool, and the sand sent shivers down my hot skin.
“I understand why you like it out here so much,” Brock said leaning back on the sand next to me.
The locusts’ humming almost made me fall to sleep, and the soft breeze rattling the leaves pulled heavily on my eye lids. A fish jumped out of the water, and I leaped slightly out of fright. As soon as my back hit the ground again, a warm arm wrapped about my shoulders. Butterflies overwhelmed my stomach, and my heart was skipping beats.
“I think I love you Linz.” His deep green eyes shimmered and his grasp tightened around my shoulders.
I knew that second I had fallen in love with those eyes and his ability to make me laugh. Everything about him yelled “future.” He was it for me; I had found my every day for the rest of my life.
“I love you too,” I smiled as I nestled against his hard chest and looked up to thank God hiding behind the beautiful starry night.

Vignette: “My Haven”
By Alyssa Gregory

My head felt as if a hundred angry babies were stuck inside. With scarred hands, I pushed away the large overhanging branches as I ran blindly through the woods behind my house. My only thought was to get away – away from the anger, away from the hurt, away from the feeling of being a constant disappointment. It seemed like hours until I finally fell down and just sat there. In the lush green, prickly grass I laid down and placed my throbbing head on my sweaty sticky arm. And there I cried. I cried because of my looks. I cried because of my personality, and I cried because there was no one there to criticize me.
When I glanced up, I saw a peaceful clearing a couple of hundred feet ahead off me. Slowly I crawled into the clearing, and I looked around. A feeling of peace seemed to envelope me. And I knew at once this place would be my place. No one would know about it but me.

Vignette: “Terry Don Wilson”
By Christy Tatum

Monday, April 23,2007 2:30 A.M.
“Hey, Christy, wake up! Wake up Christy!” said my mom.
As I woke up, I saw my mom’s face all red and teary eyed. I asked her what was wrong.
“I just got a call from Terry’s mom,” my mom said as she started to cry. “He was on his way home from work when he had a heart attack. Terry died, Christy. He didn’t make it.”
My mom, Regina, and I walked outside to talk about it so that we wouldn’t wake up my little brother. While we were standing on the porch, we heard wolves howling. That automatically made us think of Terry and how much he loved wolves. We believed that night that the howling wolf was the free spirit of Terry, our great beloved friend.